Ch. 21 Strange Comfort

I open my eyes.

I'm on the floor.

I'm wedged between the bed

and the bean bags Will and Johnny

are sitting in.

Their faces are scared.

Their voices are frantic.

Their eyes are worried.

I can't do anything but scream.

Then Will picks me up

and holds me to his chest,

muffling my scream

against his shirt.

He hugs me tight

and whispers comfortingly

in my ear

until I stop.

Then just like that,

I start crying.

They don't say anything.

They just sit there,

their faces turned down at the floor,

while I cry

like a baby.

I keep crying

tear,

after tear,

after tear,

and they

drrriiip

slowly onto the floor

for I don't know how long.

It's as if

all the tears I haven't been able to cry

ever since the accident

are just pouring out

and I can't stop them.

When I'm finally done,

they don't move

and neither do I.

I sit there

and shiver

and shake

in Will's arms

until I find myself

falling

asleep.

It's strange how crying works.

It hurts my chest,

and my eyes,

and my throat,

and my heart.

But once it's all done,

I feel a little better.

Author's Note

My writing style is a bit unconventional. This is written a bit poetically but it's meant to be like a regular novel. I've gotten a few reads and this is the 21st addition to my story so if you've made it this far, please tell me what you think of my writing style. And as usual, point out any mistakes that I might have missed. Thanks for reading.
--theladygraceling